... Can't even think properly anymore ...
I claim the Queen of Denial crown for one night.
Affection
Sometimes they talked all night long, never shutting up and often wondering how their daughter could sleep as they laughed like teenagers against each other. Those nights were as delicious and intense as their love-making. Memories of their past were shamelessly shared, and she loved how occasionally he unwillingly talked about their future for making fun of it a second after realizing what he'd said. Even after seven years, there were times when he'd hold her tenderly just to pretend in the morning that he didn't like to cuddle during the night. She loved him for that. It's affection always.